The forgotten past 1

"Ugh! Ace, Amelia!" She cried out, causing Ace and his men to charge forward, holding firearms, believing they were going to be attacked. "Larissa, what was that? Why did you yell that way? I believed there was an assault going on." He let forth an angry moan.

"It's Amelia, she isn't waking up." She sobbed. "Fuck!" Muttering under his breath, he motioned for his soldiers to leave now. When it was just the three of them, they bowed and left.

"Her body is burning." She went on. "Got call, Veronica now!" With a tone that was both icy and slightly worried, he gave an order. He sat gently down next to Amelia and put his hands on her forehead.

"Oh my goodness, Amelia! You're burning." He muttered,

Ace kept her hands in place while studying her face. Her lashes were long and curly, her skin was pale, her lush lips were pink, and her black, wavy hair bounced all over her body. She truly possessed a pure beauty.

Next, Veronica, a female physician, and a nurse came in. They bowed immediately af